Episode 1

Isabella discovered that her husband, Damien Hawke, was having an affair.

He was having an affair with a female college student.

Today is Damien's birthday, and Isabella prepared a table full of dishes early in the morning. At this moment, a "ding" sound came as Damien's phone, which he left at home, rang. Isabella saw a text message from the female college student.

[I bumped into something while carrying the cake, it hurts so much, owieee~]

Attached below was a selfie.

The photo didn't show her face, only her legs.

In the photo, the girl was wearing pulled-up white socks and black round-toe leather shoes. The blue and white skirt of the female college student was pushed up, revealing a pair of tight, slender, and aesthetically pleasing jade legs.

That fair knee was indeed bruised red. The young and vibrant girl's body, combined with the coquettish text, exuded a forbidden temptation.

It is said that successful company executives love this type the most when choosing a mistress.

Isabella clenched her phone tightly, so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

Ding.

The female college student sent another text message.

[Mr. Hawke, see you at Skygarden Hotel. I'm celebrating your birthday tonight~]

Today is Damien's birthday, and his mistress is going to celebrate his birthday.

Isabella grabbed her bag and headed straight to Skygarden Hotel.

She wanted to see it with her own eyes.

She wanted to see who this female college student was!

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Isabella arrived at Skygarden Hotel and wanted to go inside.

But then she saw her parents, Ethan and Mia. She stepped forward in surprise, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?"

Ethan and Mia were stunned. They exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering, and said, "Bella, your sister is back in the country. We're dropping her off here."

Grace?

Isabella saw Grace inside through the shiny floor-to-ceiling window, and she froze instantly.

Grace inside was wearing that blue and white college student skirt, exactly the same as in the photo.

So, this female college student was her sister Grace.

Grace was born a beauty, known as the Red Rose of Silverlake. The key was that she also had the most beautiful pair of jade legs in all of Silverlake, and countless men fell at her feet.

Now, her good sister was using these jade legs to seduce her brother-in-law.

Isabella found it ridiculous. She turned her head and looked at Ethan and Mia, "It seems I'm the last one to know."

Ethan said awkwardly, "Bella, Mr. Hawke doesn't like you at all."

Mia, "That's right, Bella, do you know how many women in all of Silverlake are eyeing Mr. Hawke? Rather than let another woman get him, it's better to let your sister have him."

Isabella clenched her fists, "Mom and Dad, I'm also your daughter!"

Isabella turned and left.

Mia suddenly said from behind, "Isabella, let me ask you, has Mr. Hawke touched you?"

Isabella stopped in her tracks.

Ethan's tone became sharp, "Isabella, don't think we owe you anything. Back then, Mr. Hawke and Gracie were a recognized golden couple in the industry, but Mr. Hawke had an accident and became a vegetable. That's why we had you marry him in her place."

Mia looked Isabella up and down with disdain, "Isabella, look at yourself. In these three years of marriage, you've been nothing but a housewife revolving around your husband, while Gracie is already the principal dancer of the ballet. Swan and ugly duckling, what do you have to compare with Gracie? Hurry up and give Mr. Hawke back to Gracie!"

These words pierced Isabella's heart like knives, and she left with red eyes.

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Isabella returned to the villa. It was already dark. She had given Martha a day off, and she was the only one at home. No one turned on the lights, and it was dark and deserted.

Isabella sat alone at the dining table in the dark.

The table full of food had gone cold, and there was also the cake she made herself, with the words "Husband, Happy Birthday" written on it.

Isabella found it glaring. These, like her, were all like a joke.

Damien and Grace were a recognized golden couple in the industry. Everyone knew that the Red Rose, Grace, was Damien's darling, but a sudden car accident three years ago turned Damien into a vegetable, and Grace disappeared.

At that time, the Davis family brought her back from the countryside and forced her to marry the vegetable, Damien, in her place.

Knowing that it was Damien, the Damien she had always loved, she willingly married him.

After the marriage, Damien was a vegetable for three years. During these three years, she took care of him tirelessly, didn't go out, didn't socialize, and wholeheartedly treated him, living as a housewife revolving around him, and finally woke him up.

Isabella took out a lighter and lit the candles.

The faint light projected out, and Isabella saw herself, the housewife, in the mirror in front of her, always in a dull black and white dress, rigid and uninteresting.

And Grace, who was already the principal dancer of the ballet, was so youthful, vibrant, and beautiful.

She was the ugly duckling.

Grace was the swan.

The awakened Damien once again walked with the swan, abandoning her, the ugly duckling.

Ha, these three years were nothing but a self-inflicted moving story.

Damien didn't love her, but she loved Damien.

It is said that the one who falls in love first between two people is destined to be the loser. Today, Damien made her lose completely.

Isabella's eyes were moist, and she blew out the candles.

The entire villa fell into boundless darkness again.

Just then, two bright headlights suddenly shone in, and Damien's Rolls-Royce Phantom sped over and stopped on the lawn.

Isabella's eyelashes fluttered. He actually came back.

She thought he wouldn't come home tonight.

Soon the villa door was opened, and a handsome and noble figure, wrapped in the cold night dew from outside, rushed into view. Damien was home.

The Hawke family has always been an aristocratic family in Silverlake. As the heir of the Hawke family, Damien had an amazing talent for business since he was a child. He obtained a double master's degree from Harvard at the age of 16, and later launched his first company on Wall Street, making a big splash. Later, he officially took over the Hawke Group and sat on the number one chair of the richest man in Silverlake.

Damien strode in, his deep and magnetic voice with a hint of alienation, "Why aren't the lights on?"

Snap.

He reached out and turned on the wall lamp.

The bright light stung Isabella's eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she looked at Damien.

Damien was wearing a handmade custom black suit, handsome and outstanding. The perfect head-to-body ratio, coupled with his innate cold and noble aura, made him the subject of countless socialite's wet dreams at night.

Isabella looked at him, "Today is your birthday."

There was no emotional wave on Damien's handsome face, he just lazily raised his handsome eyes and glanced at the dining table, "Don't waste time next time, I don't celebrate these."

Isabella curled her red lips and asked back, "Is it that you don't celebrate these, or that you don't want to celebrate with me?"

Damien looked at her, but his eyes were very faint, as if he didn't want to waste time on her, "Think what you want."

After speaking, he started to go upstairs.

He had always been like this to her.

She couldn't warm his heart no matter what she did.

Isabella stood up, looked at his handsome and indifferent back, and said, "Today is your birthday, I want to give you a birthday present."

Damien didn't stop and didn't turn back, "No need."

Isabella smiled, she slowly hooked her red lips, "Damien, let's get a divorce."

Damien had already stepped onto the stairs with one foot, and suddenly stopped. He turned around, and a pair of deep black eyes fell tightly on her.

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